A world at my fingertips {Demian}

This was the way the night had cashed in. Choices had been made and things happened, and here we were. It was sad, and funny. My life was made of this. Stuff like this.

Demian had been there before. He too had once left a place that he didn't consider a home worth his time. The tundra had been his birth place. The place he had grown into a man alongside his mother. But it just hadn't been enough and when he had left, they too hadn't noticed, which never surprised him nor worried him in the least.

It had been a long time since the Tundra had even crossed his mind other than having to do with politics. It wasn't ever a place he would look at and call home. Not since he had committed so deeply to the Valley. It was almost funny just how committed he had allowed himself to become. Once upon a time he could care less about politics and whether or not a kingdom fell. A long time ago had one asked if he did care he would have laughed and thought the question a joke.

But not now, no. Now it was a different story. The Valley was etched into the deepest parts of him, having sunk her claws and latched on tight and he'd most likely never escape her hellbent grip. He had promised his loyalty and that wasn't something he could or would ever want to change.

Oh if only his mother could see him now.
She would have an absolute field day.

Stepping through the trees the jaguar spotted stallion stepped behind the pack of wolves with a careful ease, making sure not to step on any paws as he follows them from the center of the kingdom. They had done their best to urge him along and sensing they wanted him to see whatever it was, he decided to follow. Hopoefully they weren't planning on directing him off a cliff or something. He wasn't too sure he'd enjoy that. The landing wouldn't be so much as the problem as falling. He knew how a fall could feel like minutes or hours compared to the seconds it would take to reach the bottom and the suspense of contact with the earth below was something that would drive a great sense of fear into him.

And there it is. Falling from great heights. You could say it came along with the loss of sight... Though it could have always been there, hiding in the shadows and only manifesting itself when the best of opportunity arose to do so. Quietly he followed them, allowing their warm bodies to brush against his legs in order to direct them only coming to a stop when he felt the sun on his face at the treeline and then heard the soft cooing voice of someone he had never met.

Suddenly becoming alert, his ears pricked forward, his muscles along his shoulders twitching slightly as he inhaled slowly and took in her scent and noted how almost instantly how the scent of the jungle clung to her coat. "They seem to like you," his voice is quiet, deep as he tilts his head in her direction and listens to them pad around the mare without threat.

He wonders why she's here. Had the Amazons had sent someone to seek out how the Valley faired in the times of fast approaching war? "I'm Demian, welcome to the Valley." Despite his curiosity he greets her warmly, his tone relaxed and kind. "Who are you?" I guess the better question would be what. But then again the lack of eyes really did hinder his observational skills. She may be the only Zebra, but he'd never know it unless she told him herself.

demian

carnage x adalind